Mike Gordon
Soulfood Man
He's a big Southern guy with a funny smileAnd he always seems to knowBy looking right in your eyeWhere you've come from and where you're going to go He could race a car, play a guitar,Or do the voice for a cartoon showAnd you can see him on the silver screenOr standing up, telling a joke about a ball moving slow But he isn't gonna go to the showUntil he's got a bucket of soulfood food to goYou've got to understand: he's a soulfood man Well he had figured it out, all about How to play his guitar so slowThat he could play 'till the end of timeAnd all you would here him play is one noteBut he better not start, 'cause he knows in is his heartThat the sound of the note would growAnd the people would block their earsAnd glasses would crack, and the soulfood shack would explodeAnd there wouldn't be rice and beansAnd Sonny couldn't bring on the bowl full of collard greensYou've got to understand: he's a soulfood manYou've got to understand: he's a soulfood man
From Letras Mania